It was as if a powerful force continuously flowed into his Dantian, instantly replenishing the depleted Inner Strength until it overflowed.
He quickly sat cross-legged and started meditating to absorb this energy.
Focusing it in his Dantian and then circulating it through his body, he realized that his Inner Strength had suddenly improved. The barrier that had always seemed insurmountable was breezed past with ease. Fatigue vanished, and he felt invigorated, his senses sharpened, even his throat feeling itchy.
He suddenly started to cough.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The itch soon turned into pain, and his coughing became fierce; he coughed up blood, and with it, a voice.
This startled Xie Zhinuan, who quickly supported his arm, "Uncle, I..."
She had no idea this would happen.
The mute looked up, grasped Xie Zhinuan's hand, signaling her not to be afraid.
Even if he coughed himself to death, he wouldn't blame the young lady.